I wake in my bed,
I open my blinds.
To find my dazed head,
as I view the many minds.
I see a sea of red.
My streets became water,
and the people down the street fled.
From the crimson red,
of the dead.
The water seeps,
through windows and walls.
A drop floods and creeps,
as my tears join the falls.
As the red fills my ears,
I hear all of them.
I hear their fears,
throughout my ears.
Their cries echo in my mind.
Telling me that they want to escape,
from the blood seas bind.
Let them escape my mind.
That square room fills,
fills with thoughts.
Wishing I had gills,
I sink.
They scream in my ear
to please hear.
The walls fall.
All sides give,
all of them flood the halls.
They laugh in thrill,
for they can wander.
They can fulfill,
a life in yonder.
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